Self Titled Lyrics

Burn Like Brilliant Trash (at Jackie’s Funeral)

Whispered ravens stab rhythm and blues
kick off your flares and platform shoes and
burn like brilliant trash at Jackie’s funeral
This machine has gone insane
we’re powered up power slaves
so we burn like brilliant trash at Jackie’s funeral
White House rapist soul disease
invested with godlike authority
light ’em up do as you please
and burn like brilliant trash (eternity)
Where is now your American dream
I saw him down on the street pimping
not for sale at any price
fisher king do what you like

I supplied the molten lead in Jackie’s lifelike dream
I survived while Ruby died in Jackie’s trashy fantasy
and we burn
and we burn
and we burn

Slippery angels gone astray
holy man what can you say
I pledge allegiance to this array of insanity destruction and decay
Uzi merciless girl
where do you land the man of this world
we’re stripped down to bleeding and dying
or scrawling on walls meaningless words

Cicciolina

You said everything revolves around a certain principal
You said everything depends upon our understanding of the political

You’re the butterfly goddess floating down
streams of love’s jetting sperm fountains
Everyone wants to consume you Cicciolina
Why should I be any different?

My Cicciolina everything is physical
My Cicciolina you fill me with a boa constrictor love
love like a fire
love like a flame
But you eliminate
There she goes again floating down those lovely streams of
those lovely streams of

My Cicciolina everything is physical
it’s all political
My Cicciolina

Rite of Shiva

Tantric sex magick
fill the hole in my soul
Tragic nymphonic
she got no place to go
I pull the soul trigger
jaw chainsaw
goddess or believer

roll in the grass with a green-eyed Lolita
I do the rite of Shiva

I’m sitting here petrified
the car-crash collide
collapse collide
as I look into her liquid eyes
angels kill your appetite
for little girls with expanded minds
and I realized I’d lost my lines when I looked into
into her eyes
I pull the soul trigger
saw her face now I’m a believer

roll in the grass with a green-eyed Lolita
I do the rite of Shiva

headache under wiretap
daybreak’s disdain
luxuriating politicos
cry fox mother’s gone insane
with a dentist’s drill
and a diet pill
sugar for the junkie makes the mother kill
treacherous virgin
virtuous thief
the hearts of machines all pound when you breathe

Lipstick 66

You’re turning
I think you’re really turning now
you’re moving under the clouds in a Dior gown
You’re moving
I think you’re really moving now
you’re spinning out of control on the ground
It tears in the morning
it tears at the face that hides what you’ve become

Just lipstick 66
cold hands moving
walking with the upright beasts of your choosing
Golden thread
I sold my soul for a bit of that golden thread
I sold my soul for a kiss of that 66

Your midwestern smile of cool haystack autonomy
smash into the stare of the silent economy
it tears in the evening
it stares at you from the bathroom mirror at night

Lipstick 66
everyone’s staring
watching for the cue to destroy what you’re wearing
Golden thread
I sold my soul for a bit of that golden thread
I sold my soul for a kiss of that 66

X-Insurrection

Will god help us when America burns
we’re vicious creatures and we’re all taking turns
will god help us when the insurrection rages
we’ve got a drug
we’re burning pages of love
(the dead desire fertility
stolen from a distant scene
and all your drugs and your machines
can’t save you now
we will invoke forgotten names
smash the sets of our hurricanes
and when we reach the living end
we will begin again)

will god help us when America burns
we’re vicious creatures and we’re all taking turns
will god help us when the insurrection rages
we’ve got a drug
we’re burning pages of love

Content

This song has content
this song’s gonna change your world
this song has content
this song’s gonna change your world
This song has content
this song’s gonna change your life

Weatherman

Get off
the streets rise from the pressure and burst out laughing
get off
where the cops all wear leather eyes amphetamine stares

bleed kid
get off the street kid
everybody knows it’s going to explode
bleed kid
get off the street kid
everybody knows it’s all wired
it’s all wired

Weatherman
you think it over
you’ve got a moment’s respite
Weatherman
get it over
infiltrate your inside

There was a film there was a nightmare
Cielo drive up on the right there
some people say the weather’s no different from what we had yesterday
but there’s a house on a hill
where the children all kill their playthings and plant them
like barrels of toxic hatred

bleed kid
get off the street kid
everybody knows it’s going to explode
bleed kid
get off the street kid
everybody knows it’s all wired
it’s all wired

Weatherman
you get it over
we penetrate your disguise
Weatherman get it over
twist the fork in her spine
bleed kid
get off the street kid

Terminal City

Divine the killing
sublime terrorist
gentle gnasher
we are alone
we are wired together
we are alone
we are wired together
uptight in terminal city
fucked up in terminal city
When I lower my stare
pure creature of electric air becoming totally impaired
it’s like sex without motion
fellow sleepers of the common dream
the one injected by the ancient screen
fucked up in terminal city
uptight in terminal city
recrush
toothbrush
she wore a feline flower face
he wanted to consume her
knew it was impossible
paper girls always drive into this place
uptight in terminal city
wired
when I turn on
when I tune in
will I dropout
will I drop out

Number Nine

Fell through the hole in the god’s eye
fell on through to the underside
come along for the landslide
come along for the joyride